Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-05-25

or the trunk of one, with rustic bench
against it; and then, to her astonish-
ment, a man comfortably seated there
on, whom she imagined to be none
other Brown "the calumniator. Yet
there was nothing villainous in his
appearance; rather the reverse, for he
was young. handsome, and we'll dressed;
with cast of countenance indicating
a predisposition to virtue She had seen
enough. however-more than she had
expected-so she turned and wandered
away; but wherever she went, whether
to pluck a flower here or to admire one
there, for some unaccountable reason
she kept in view the lonely hole in the
wilderness fence.
The morning was SO beautiful, the
surroundings so pleasant, and Thisby's
heart so full of youthful joy that care
less time engenders, that as she arran-
ged the flowers she had gathered into
bouquet she began singing snatcheS of
familiar songs. simultaneously with
the first note the figure on the rustic
bench showed unusual signs of anima-
tion and interest. The man arose, took
a step forward, listened moment,
then exclaimed: ''As my name is Pyra-
mus Brown, a wOman'S voice, and
sweet one, too.'' He started in the
direction whence the voice came and
few steps brought him to the fence.
''What wall.'' he said, ''higher than
a citadel's. I'll scale it. No, here l
may look through" lie bent down and
peering in, saw Thisby, who had just
finished the bouquet and tied it with
ribbon from her hair, coming in his
direction. When she reached point
opposite him, she stopped .and stood
moment iTresolute, then turned and
| stepped lightly towards him and, as she
stopped 70 take another look before
going in, eye met eye through the
aperture.
"Oh!" exclaimed Thi=by. starting
back.
''Ah.'' sighed. Pyramus, leaning the
farther forward. "It's man!' said
Thisby, clasping her hands, dropping
her head and blushing.
''Yes, it Is man; but don't be
afraid returned PyramuS, assuringly,
If this fence were out of the way,
might explain matters"
''Indeed.' replied Thisby sarcastic
| ally; "when you were the cause of it."
Me? Not l:'i returned Pyramus
firmly.
Your name is Pyramus Brown is it
not?"
"Yes."
"Well, my father just hates you'll
Hates me? | have never met your
father. 1t must be my father he hates.
| am Pyramus Brown, Junior"
sob; is that it?'' replied Thisby in a
tone of apology.
YES, you would not visit my fathers
sins on my head hcpe?"
No. replied Thisby, Lesitating.
~ will have this fence removed at
once" said Pyramus in voice of au-
thority.
"Oh, will you? 1t would make me so
happy"
Yes l will" )" replied Pyramus: "and |
whatever imaginary fence stands be- !
tween your fathers mind and my faith /!
er's, cleared away also. The idea of |
neighbOrs fencing each other out in this |
way, Don't you think it foolish?n
Yes l do, replied Thisby. "There !
is father calling now. l must 60"
L HtslI OIlt.
Don't you hear voice calling This /
by?"
"Ah! that's your name. Well, This
by, meet me here at this time to-mor-
row. and We will arrange a plan for |
removing this fence
Il will try" Thlsby replied.
And give me those beautiful flowers
as 4 pledge that you will surely come"
said Pyramus.
''Oh, no; | can't do that" replied
Thisby. ''Here comes papa now."
''Quick!'' said Pyramus laughing, |
''toss them over or Will cry out: Smith,
Smith, at the top of my voice.
"Well, take them," said Thisby,
throwing the bouquet over the fence |
and hurrying to meet her father.
"Ah, there you are, my DEAR" said |
Mr.. Smith. "Come, you must get ready |
for church. What have you found TO |
amuse this morning?"
"Lots Of things, papai the fence for /
one.''
YES he answered cautiously.
"And what a fence it is" phisby |
continued.
'Yes.'' said her father; Every well
built. Saws did good job on il"
"And Mr.. Brown has such beautiful |
grounds. l saw them through hole in
the fence.
.I'n have it covered this very after
noon," said Mr.. Smith firmly.
To-day is Sunday, papa"
well, the first thing tomorrow,
then. y replied Mr. Smith.
'.Oh yes, papa; and 1 saw Mr.. Brown. |
too. and he is such nice gentleman"
stWhatI'' exclaimed Jonathan Smith /
in amazement.
.'Hum." said Thisby quietly, as they |
entered the house together.
The next morning Pyramus sauntered
about his fathers grounds for some |
time, finally depositing himself In the |
rustic seat, in which Thisby had so un-
expectedly discovered him the day be-
fore. He settled himself in an easy |
posture and contemplated the huge fence |
before him. The result of his delibera- |
ticns was the following sage opinion
which he delivered with considerable /
yphemence: "That fence will never |
stand against a strong wind; neYer-lf
the posts are loosened."
The tin e had now arrived for Thisby |
to meet him at the hole in the fence, to
which he repaired and peered through
anxiously. There was Thisby wander
ing aimleSsly about. He thought she |
was very beautiful girl; which indeed
She was. He thought her the most beau
tiful girl in all the world; which indeed
sine was not. The latter opinion, how
ever, unfounded, was pardonable; for it
WAS caused by very commendable
prejudice, the bias Of a youthful admi-
ration; besides, it was influenced by
half-informed desire-a desire that she
might be his. and being his, what
beauty could he more beautifully What
king or prince, with all that money
buys and royalty purloins, holds IN the
crimson casket of his wealth gem a
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